We are self-proclaimed realist of our own world, the irony is we don’t know if anything is real. What we percept is what the brain wants us to percept. What we know that is real may not be real after all. We are always afraid to love even if it is normal to get hurt. We avoid pain but pain is where we learn. We always want the things that is already gone and never even realize and savor while it lasted.

Nostalgic. Sometimes, we long for the past: for moments we want to remember or recapture. The good times. The golden years. Or perhaps we’re homesick, or longing for something — or someone — that might have been.